if you are willing.”“Oh, I am willing, of course.”“Good,” said he.“Well then,” said Socrates, “must we not ask ourselves some such question as this? What kind of thing naturally suffers dispersion, and for what kind of thing might we naturally fear it, and again what kind of thing is not liable to it? And after this must we not inquire to which class the soul belongs and base our hopes or fears for our souls upon the answers to these questions?”“You are quite right,” he replied.“Now is not that which is compounded